Losing Isaiah Page #7

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all the time you need.

All the time in the world.

This is where

you gonna live, you and me.

I fixed this whole place up

just for you.

And your toys that

you brought with you

are right over there in a box.

That your boy?

Yeah.

What's his name?

Isaiah.

Hey, Isaiah.

He's deaf.

Nah, he ain't deaf.

Just a little tired right now.

Come back tomorrow.

He'll play with you then.

Something's wrong with him.

Hi. Who's this?

Isaiah.

Oh, hi.

You know where class 3B is?

I think...

Do you know where 3B is?

Up the stairs and to your left.

So, you're new here, huh?

Yep. First day.

Welcome.

Come on, sweetie,

don't be slow.

Come on.

Everyone pick up a piece

of paper when you come in.

Okay, I got to go to work,

so I'm gonna leave

you here, okay?

Now, all these kids here,

you can play with them...

and have fun, okay?

I'll be back

to get you later.

Go on and play.

Bye-bye.

Leave it there.

Okay.

Yeah, let's just

leave everything

exactly the way it

is, shall we?

You can just sit right

there, and I'll, uh...

I'll sit...

right here.

And Hannah can lock herself

in her room,

and we don't ever have

to talk to her again, do we?

Remember her? Hannah?

Your daughter!?

Let go of me.

I'm not going to,

Margaret. I can't.

- Get out of my way!

- Margaret,

what happened here

is as bad as it gets,

but you got to get over it.

"Get over it"?

Oh, oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, I forgot, we're supposed

to feel sorry

for poor Margaret

because she lives

in an unjust world,

and she's just going

to have to live there.

Hmm? What's the matter?

Can't you fix

this one, Maggie?

You son of a b*tch!

No! No! No, no!

No, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no!

Margaret,

Margaret, maybe he's better off

where he is.

Maybe, just maybe,

that lawyer was right.

I know he isn't ours.

I just...

didn't know

I'd miss him this much.

Neither did I.

I didn't know.

Thought you might

like to read to him.

He don't even talk to me.

It's only been two weeks.

It's a tough thing for a child

to understand all at once.

He'll come around.

And if he don't?

It happened to me.

I remember I used to sit

under a chair

when they used

to come try to get me...

take me from one

foster place to another.

I know what it's like...

to want to get

inside yourself...

and just disappear.

But you didn't.

Okay, got you a hamburger

and some French fries.

Look, they gave you

a car. Look.

Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom.

Okay. Want a French fry?

Here, try a French fry.

Go ahead.

Okay, wait a minute.

Here, here, try another one.

Come on, it's good.

Come on, Isaiah, please?

Come on, look,

now you going to have

to eat something,

'cause if you don't eat,

you're going to get sick.

Now, look-look at Mama,

I'm gonna eat.

Mmm, good. Good.

Come on, try your hamburger.

- Isaiah.

- No. No.

Take a bite of your hamburger.

- No. No!

- Come on, please?

- Isaiah.

- No, go away!

Isaiah!

Please, come on, turn around.

- No, no, no, no.

- Eat the hamburger.

Come on, please?

Isaiah, eat the...

Ouch!

I want my mommy!

Isaiah! Isaiah, no!

I want my mommy!

Isaiah, not the chair.

No, Isaiah!

Please, Isaiah, come here.

Isaiah, no!

Oh, don't do this.

Don't do this.

No. Don't do this.

Isaiah.

Isaiah?

Isaiah! Isaiah!

Stop playing games!

Isaiah!

Sh*t.

Isaiah! Isaiah!

Isaiah!

Sh*t. Isaiah!

Isaiah!

Isaiah!

Isaiah, are you in here?

Isaiah! Isaiah!

Isaiah!

Okay.

Hannah.

Why do I always have

to get the phone?

'Cause it's always for you.

Hello.

Mom.

Thank you for coming.

Is he all right?

No.

I guess I just wanted him so bad

that I wasn't thinking.

Maybe I was just hoping.

I wanted him to know who he was

and where he came from,

and that I never

would've given him up

if I'd have been clean and

hadn't been all messed up,

and that I was going to

always be there for him.

And I want him to stay

in school, right here,

with these kids just like him.

Khaila, what are you talking

about?

I want you to go in there,

and hold him till he

ain't scared no more.

I'm not saying I'm

giving him back to you.

I'm just saying he's going

to come live with you

for a little while

till he can understand

all this.

Now, some people

are going to think

that I'm crazy,

but I don't care.

All that matters

to me is Isaiah.

And you may not like me,

but you're going to

have to deal with me.

I'm doing this

because I love him.

I really, really love him.

I love him, too.

Isaiah?

- Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

- Oh, Isaiah!

Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy!

Oh, my boy!

Oh, Isaiah!

Oh...

Oh, I've missed you,

I've missed you.

Mommy.

Thank you.

Isaiah, this is a nice

school you have here, hmm?

Can you show me and Khaila

what you like to do?

Huh?

He likes to play with blocks.

Do you want to play

with some blocks?

Do you want to build something?

Oh, look.

Khaila's got the blocks.

Show me, Isaiah.

Put that... oop...

put that big one there.

A house?

Is that a house?

Which house

is Khaila's house?

This one and this is yours.

Isaiah's tower.

You can have that room

at the very top, huh?

All right.

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